The Final Play Novels & Stories

“I want to make a phone call.” Lucien instantly let out a cold laugh. “Playing mysterious again?” “You seriously think you’re leaving this place alive?” Don gave him a single indifferent glance. Lucien shut up instantly. A few minutes later. I walked back into the casino. And sat back down at the table. “Open the cards.” The dealer slowly revealed them. My breathing gradually stopped. The final card fell. I lost. The entire casino fell deathly silent. Lucien slowly smiled. And that smile only grew wider.

Home. THE END.

“You’ve been stalling.” The Herald’s broken face twitches. A wet, choking sound bubbles out of him, something between a laugh and a death rattle. For a moment, I think that he might be amused. Then the muscles in his face twitch, and he gasps in pain. “Tomorrow,” he continues, ignoring me, “the Final Game shall begin.” The torches flare violently, casting warped shadows that stretch and twist across the walls like clawed hands. “There is, however,” he adds, tilting his head at an unnatural angle, “a deviation.”

The whispers and exclamations of the surrounding crowd served as a backdrop to my streak of good fortune, heightening the stakes and fueling the fire within me. As we neared the final stage of the game, the remaining chips stood as a testament to our unwavering determination. A tremor ran through my hands as I pushed all my remaining chips forward, mirroring Alpha Nathan's fearless move. The room fell silent, the collective breaths of onlookers held in anticipation, as Hazel dealt the final cards.

They were finally at peace. THE END

Could feel my body giving in to whatever he wanted. Ozias came closer to the dais. Stood right at the end. Dargan still had the toys in his hand. This was it. The final curtain falls on our relationship. The play had reached its climax and soon, so would I. I found Ciaran's caramel eyes and drilled holes into them.

Sunny promptly called him, "Why did you turn the livestream off? It's just a month until the prank is finished!" Andy looked outside the window as he growled through his teeth, "I regret everything. But if any of you tell Jane about the prank, I will cut you up!" Sunny was clearly stupefied, but soon pressed, "Do you know what you're doing?! Have you thought about how Mandy would feel?!" Andy hung up, annoyed. He turned toward the door, thinking to himself that he would keep things up for the crystal shoes, but this time he was not getting them for Mandy Stiles.

“Yes. We end it.” The plan was set in motion. The final confrontation was drawing near, and neither of them was willing to back down. The game they had been playing for so long was coming to its inevitable conclusion. There would be no more games, no more half-measures. This was the moment that would decide everything. And as they prepared for what lay ahead, Camilla couldn’t shake the feeling that this would be the moment that truly tested them. The moment that would either destroy them or make them unstoppable.

After we ate, they handed us back the lapel mics and guided us to the prepared platform for the game where Declan was already waiting. "Hello, ex-couples." He greeted us and shook our hands. "Once again, congratulations! Deena, Trenton, Allyson, Ethan, Sam and Leticia. You have officially reached the final stage of the show. You can expect the games and activities to be more intense as we approach the end. We will trust your trust, care, support and teamwork with each other, but we will also try to break it. In the end, which couple will remain true to each other? Which couple will hold each other's hands until the end? Which couple the audience, the judges and the crew, will choose to be th

That was more than enough. The End